H is for HIGH SCHOOL....
BRIDLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL FOR GIRLS, to be exact.
In spite of the fact that it was an all girls school, it was simply a regular high school. That's the way it was done in those days, boys at one school, girls at another. You can tell that I'm a dinosaur! This was the days before comprehensive schools in England. So did we grow up with complexes about boys? Did we feel deprived? Believe me we did not! There was plenty of association between the boys' school and the girls' school. After school and weekends we had many opportunities of which to take advantage. In fact, on SPORTS DAY the boys visited the girls' school in flocks because we girls did sports in our uniform underwear knickers -- green ones.!! Too bad I don't have any photos of that!
BRIDLINGTON HIGH SCHOOL FOR GIRLS
It was a beautiful old building, especially this wing you see here. We had a great gymnasium, the beautiful Bickersteth Library, and a large hall with a choir loft, organ and balcony. It was known as the White Hall for obvious reasons. There was a large playing field area on which we played field hockey, lacrosse, cricket, rounders, and net ball. Around the field were four or five grass tennis courts in addition to three or four hard courts. Sadly today it has been made into flats.
I loved my days at school. We had all the normal, good, clean fun that kids had in that day. "School days are the happiest days of your life" it has been said and for me it was just about true ("just about" because I've had a lot of happy days since) in spite of the hated lisle stockings and beret style hat that we HAD to wear to and from school. Trouble for you if you were caught by a prefect without your hat on!
The prefects of the sixth form and sixth senior with the headmistress (r) Miss Muir, and my all time favorite teacher, Miss Eaton.
I'm not on this photo, I must have been absent that day. But I am still in active touch with three of the girls shown above. And don't we look sharp in our hunter green skirts (everyone else had to wear gymslips), crisp, white vyella blouses and ties striped horizontally in black, white and green. and anchored with our proudly worn prefect badges. You should have seen our blazers -- striped vertically in black white and green. We looked like zebras. But we were so proud of them.
I am thankful daily for the really good education I received there. I was not an outstanding student. Somehow it didn't dawn on me that we were actually supposed to learn what we were taught -- that is until my father said that if I wanted to stay at school after age 16 and attend college, I had to pass my GCE exams. I had never studied so hard as I did for those exams, as opposed to not studying at all for prior exams. I took seven subjects and passed all seven. I was really motivated. Thankfully I did well and the rest, as they say, is history.
SO 'H' IS FOR HAPPY HIGH SCHOOL DAYS!